Eight Heaven Poem by Aram Stefanian

You're being in eight heaven, nodded out
What if you don't get back from a bum trip?
The tickets to paradise are already sold out
The doorway to hell is open, you may flip

After the long wait you're a basket case
The hero of the underworld gets you right here
You are between a rock and a hard place
The future is a speed demon, coming near

You hope to buy time before buying the big one
The railroad tracks on your arms give you pain
When tomorrow comes, you'll go to see the kick man
You said you ain't high on downtown. Come again?